Tuesday, October 5, 2021

A Poem with a Hole in it

 



 

My brother at 14 sat

on the kitchen stool

stock between his knees

played with the trigger

and put a hole in the ceiling

 

When he was 18

and in the Army in Germany,

the house burned down

around that hole

 

The hole didn’t burn

 

It’s all I have left

of that childhood home

 

a hole

 

©2021 Muriel Thumm


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